Saturday 21 February 2004

Pic of the day: Sapphire simulacrum in action, from Dark Age of Camelot.

Quick entry

I should probably say something deep and meaningful. But it's late at night, my wrist hurts, and the things I want to say require a lot more saying than I can do tonight. Let's hope there will be other opportunities.

The new computer is still nice to have and it doesn't smell so strongly of brominated flame retardants anymore. That's good since it is parked in my bedroom.

Ginger is supposed to be good for RSI. (Or rather, against RSI.) RSI being the most common name for mouse wrists and such, repetitive strain injury. Anyway, the two times (weeks apart) that I tried to eat ginger, in moderate amounts and with food, my guts went wild a while after. So I guess I won't try that again for quite a while. It could be coincidence, but those were two different brands, two different products. I guess if something is strong enough to have effects, it is also strong enough to have side effects.

Speaking of which, I have once again forgotten to drink a minute quantity of alcohol. Trying to rectify that now. Blech. Why does virtually all alcoholic drinks taste somewhat bad? Because people don't care since they only drink them to power down the brain anyway? Or do I have mutant tastebuds as well as all the other strangeness?

There, that should be enough to slake your burning thirst for Itlandisms. That, and I just am not willing to fall further behind. Or I would have to do like Al Schroeder and skip several days. Perhaps if I ever make an online comic thrice a week, too. That won't be anytime soon, though. Not that I don't have one planned, at least a bit ahead. That and a stack of novels. But planning is one thing, doing is another. Right now I'm planning to go to sleep...